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the studio day and night ain't no album mode
But the income better be the only outcome though
I'm very gold
Shawty pick a nigga like a flower, tryna Marigold

My heart was full of love now my tank on E
Around the time you was listening to heart on sleeve by R.O.D
Fake love I OD'd you never hear my side

in shit a golden mine!
Out of this scenario I found my silver line!
I thought at the start that this wasn't lit
My album is late and I give a shit

the dollar sign, I thought I told you niggas
I learned the game by watching Diddy and clocking Hova figures
Dinero here to set the tone this shit is motion

I'm recordin' that shit on
The fuckin' little mic
By the little camera thing on
The fuckin' Mac book
So this shit is choppy and bad quality
But fuck

rich and old
You want the gold
Tell them, “I’m sold”
Now you just sold
Your life away now they will slowly rot you till they take control
They’ll never

shit cold
Slim in bold
But the TM is italicized and in gold
I'm just living through prophetic premonitions I foretold
The truth cannot go untold
And for

and my boys we attack, uh
Drop an album, bass boomin every track uh,
I’m on my money like Goldman Sachs, uh
If I spend it all I go and get it back, uh

Album number two I'm dropping it out the blue
Saw dust on me I'm building another booth
Stretching in the morning I'm tryna preserve my youth
Coconut

I say love, you say no
No more organic growth
Baby
I say love, you say no
I don't love you no more
Baby
I say leave, you say bite
I still need you by

Meanwhile houses in Hialeah have tall gates with gold lions
The bitches are badder, there's no bias
You got a Seven Star, we got an Orion
And under everyone's

chilling by my bedside
Pondering on the goodness of the Lord bruv
Forever grateful, for that agape love
Wondering where I′d be, without His love
The bare

designers, my coat on beige
Twenty-nineteen 'Vette drop off the roof
Wrist and my neck that’s two foreign coupes
Not a cavity, got gold on my tooth
Ride in

lyrics don't get this misunderstood
Im too much of an Outkast for me to try and live by the book
This one is for everyone who told me that I never could

the haters I can't find 'em now
And it's seeming like Olympic when you run your mouth

When you run your mouth
By the way, you ain't a gold medalist
Shut up

afford one 
I'll buy a condo with some extensions

Who would've thought that we'd have our show
That we would drop three albums in a row
Have our own merch

Pick up the receiver
I'll make you a believer

Depeche Mode
Personal Jesus
Violator album

Adjusting his tie, the sweat had begun to pool in all

Follow Instructions

M.O.P.

Warriorz

2000

"monkeys on parole"
And how many copies did the first album
"mop: to the death" sold?
And if "how about some hardcore" went gold?
What up with these r&b

winner
But your off season
Has been all season
And that 7 song album all felt like teasing
Will they believe in me
Or will they all be leaving
Cause y'all

tired tired tired tired tired tired
Of facing all these trials
But that shit just a stepping stone you know we getting by
Ain't worried bout no trials we

to profiting
There's a multitude that applies
Like am I Travolta in face-off
Am I being caged in by a look alike
Am I spy v spy
Do I make problems for my other

and we all connected by roots
You know that your garden is real when it doesn't hold back the truth
Tell you things that you need to hear, (yeah) play no

Cruising down the street
Keep my foot on the pedal
I'm on the podium getting the gold medal
I'm number one cause I wanna go fast
If you ain't first

doesn't work
You want me on your album well at least it's about a k a verse
I don't do it for fun i do it for real over the years i developed a skill